Chapter

 1      III|  indulged, had not impaired his iron constitution in the least.~ ~
 2        V|       stake, he was as rigid as iron, in private life he was
 3     XVII|  believed it best to strike the iron while it was hot. So, the
 4     XXIX|  furnished with a double row of iron bars, securely fastened
 5      XXX|         his window. Two rows of iron bars protected it. These
 6      XXX|       the instrument across the iron produced a harsh, grating
 7      XXX|      his long overcoat a strong iron crowbar and a small vial
 8    XXXII|    where it was made fast to an iron crowbar.~ ~From the window
 9      XLV|       sliding back and forth on iron rings.~ ~At the head of
10     XLVI|  Courtornieu’s was one of those iron natures that break, but
11     XLVI| sensation of a piece of red-hot iron; her lips were parched and
12    XLVII|      cold; the arm was rigid as iron.~ ~“Poisoned!” he murmured; “
13   XLVIII|    incomprehensible.~ ~“What an iron will!” she thought.~ ~But
14     LIII|        the head with a piece of iron.~ ~The blood of the betrayed